3 days 1 Sunday

two caterpillar friends had a misunderstanding. both were rushing, anticipating to turn into butterflies once the time is set. they dreamed to fly together, find the flower of their dreams, enjoy the sweetest nectar and have adventures together. but, like all silly creatures they realized that they are rushing to be “together”. they fell silent for quite sometime and caterpillar one decided to go a bit separately while thinking things through. this caterpillar almost fell off the sturdy branch that was already familiar, having tread its limbs and path with caterpillar two. finding a semblance of courage, caterpillar one decided to find caterpillar two so that they could talk things through and this is their conversation : one: hey, old friend, can we talk for a while? (offering a juicy leaf to caterpillar two) two: i think we could. what’s on your mind? (seeming sullen and distant) one: i was just thinking that things didn’t turn out well between us the past three days. two: well, what could i do? you seem to have decided to go your own way. one: i was wrong to have been silent and didn’t voice out what i was feeling. i was thinking you need some time to think too. two: you know what? while feeling sorry for myself, i was thinking during the past three days that i don’t want to care anymore. i was telling myself, “what’s the point?” “what for?” one: i am sorry to hear that i made you feel that way. that’s why you’re behaving indifferently. two: i am just sick and tired of going around in circles. what’s the point of dreaming together when we’re going to go our separate ways? one: i admit my mistake and i shouldn’t have done what i did. it was difficult for me as i feel that it was difficult for you, too. but, hey, we are friends. been friends. still friends. two: yeah, i know. you’re not just my friend. but, you’re my best friend. and that means so much to both of us. one: you were asking what’s the point? what’s the point in trying? what’s the point in caring? two: i don’t really know what to think. i don’t know. i really don’t know. (shrugging, exhausted) one: please let me help you in that. i asked myself the same question. the point is that i care, i try, you care, you try because we’re growing. we’re learning. we’re starting something. and this is already part of our adventure together. it may not be much, but it’s a start. two: i don’t want to give up and i don’t want to let our friendship go. it would be a waste if we do. all i know is that we still got things to know about each other. there’s more you want to know about me and there’s more i want to know about you, too. so, let’s just take things slow and start from the beginning. one: i agree with you. whatever it takes to keep our friendship, we’ll work it out. (smiles and grins) two: (takes hold of the juicy leaf offered by caterpillar one, grins). ok then, we’ll share. a simple talk. a simple start. and the beginning of a metamorphosis. a new leaf. a new smile. and renewed hope. as all things come and go, all things starts and ends. but, a friendship that is pure and true, lasts and lasts a whole life through . . .